"You’re insane," I whispered, but there was no heat in my words.
"I’m dead serious, Kiara. I want you to remember who you are. You're not that pathetic girl who let her mate walk all over her. You're my wife. You're a queen. And it's about time everyone sees that."
He then took my hand and led me to the dance floor just as a slow song began to play.
"What are you doing?" I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Dancing with my wife," he said, pulling me into his arms. "Now, relax and let me lead."
His other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me flush against him. I could feel every hard muscle of his body, and I couldn't help but lean into him. I placed my hand on his shoulder and he took my other hand in his.
We started to move to the music and for a moment, I forgot about everyon
